Just a few prompts will make me write
My heart will still writhe to the sound of, who is it?
Lewd songs don’t make Love wake
Flu prolonged will make us dive
As a dove I’m on go slow
He taught me to forgo sex.
He shook me below the wrecks
He said spiders have fifty legs
Where have all the hours gone?
Share love’s call when flowers come.
He likes a coffin fit after breakfast
Will you hum to the criminal at 3 pm?
No flowers,we respectfully bequest
All money gracefully deceived.
Ask for polite detention.
